10:42 PM |
And we all look like we feel.
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This is wrong, so wrong;
Wednesdays were supposed to be good days, with Mondays and Thursdays as the scapegoats.
Not that my day was a complete sucker- no,
It's just been highly charged under a calmer shade of grey and I'm not quite sure if I want to let myself feel it.
...The daytrip to Holland V made me feel better, though.
Ting and I curled up in the plush chairs at Starbucks and had warm muffins over swell conversation; and we both think it's gorgeous the way some places seem to be perfect in their own little, warm little, stellar little shells;
(secret #54: she wants to own a jewellery shop there,
I aspire to own the bohemian elf one.)
...Something has been changing people; and I'm not quite sure if I like it all that much.
(so take the photographs, and still frames in your mind,
hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.
tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial,
for what it's worth, it was worth all the while.)
(...or so I pray.)